in a nocturnal state of mind.

[ruinedchildhood]

[scyre]

kinsella, azaria.

“i appreciate it.” truth be told another opinion, was perhaps just what azaria had needed– to give her the courage to tell them that she knew to be careful and to trust her. it was just one of those things where perhaps hearing it from someone else made a difference. and helped her out. “say.. hypothetically speaking it had to do with something that could change people’s perspective on someone? would that be the same answer?” again, it wasn’t a complete lie– far from it, that was the reality of it and whilst she knew they were merely looking out for their daughter.. it put pressure on her, not to let them down. not when she thought they had moved clear from ireland to be near her in case something happened ( or at least she suspected it was close to the truth ) not for her dad to study dragons found in scotland. but maybe she was just being foolish for thinking that. “no but seriously.. i do appreciate it. i needed some advice.. i wasn’t sure who ta ask– didn’t want to ya know bother anyone with my problems.”

“tha is true.” admittedly that thought alone stressed her out more, especially when all she kept hearing was how HORRIBLE and stressful everyone thought they would be. it was one of those things where you heard something so much you couldn’t help but wonder if it was true. “was it pretty much tha same thing the second time around?” now that answer might make her more relived. she let out a breath she realized she hadn’t even been holding. “oh thank merlin.. i hope so. i honestly want ta do well, even if i’m not sure what i want ta do yet.. i know my dad wants me to work with dragons like him. so that someone follows in his steps.” it was an option. something was better than nothing! “that’s really mean! but i’m glad to hear tha, makes me feel so much better. because i have been stressing out mostly  because of everyone in my ear telling me about them. and wow tha is such a relief!”

「 ✨ azaria has mentioned a canon object x6」

「 ✨ azaria has used a wizarding idiom x2 」

     “ what, like their reputation ?  who cares.”  it came out sounding more flippant than he’d intended, so monty corrected himself.  “ what i mean to say is, whatever it is, if it changes others views that’s more their problem than it is yours. “  he shrugged.  “ if they’d be embarrassed or upset by it ?  their problem.  if someone’s views effected them in some way, again, still their problem.  i stand by what i said;  your life, your decisions. “  he shrugged.  “ maybe it shouldn’t be that cut and dry, but that’s how i live my life. “  there was a time where monty struggled with the need to be who people wanted him to be, or how they perceived him, but admitting to himself his shortcomings and his strengths -- and celebrating and accepting both -- had helped him in the long run.  he was happier now, wasn’t he ?   “  this is all hypothetical given that i don’t know what we’re talking about. “  he admitted.  “ ... but if it helped, you’re welcome ? “ 

 “ yes and no. “  he answered.  “ they probably have a set of tests they cycle through. “  he paused to consider his answer.  “ it was the same kinds of questions so i guess that was an advantage.  it felt easier but that was probably because i had twice as long to study, when you think about it.  just don’t dwell on the answers you don’t know; you’ll waste time and you might not get a chance to get to everything. “  the n.e.w.t.s were long; they were strategically done that way, he assumed, to exhaust you as you were writing them.  “ oh, and bring extra quills.  i snapped two before i finished. “

      a pint was dropped down in front of him.  his quidditch teammate waved off his galleons and headed to a table at the back where a few other wizards were seated.  monty recognized some but not the others; friends of the team, he assumed.  he took a drink, turning back towards azaria.  there was no hurry to join the table at the back.  “do you want to work with dragons ? seems like a dangerous career choice if you’re not 100% sold on the idea. “  he grinned.  “ i wouldn’t mind it so much myself but i wear too my dragon-hide.  i’m sure they’d know, somehow, and try to burn me to a crisp at the first opportunity. “ 

「 ✨ monty has mentioned a canon object x6」

[scyre]

mendina, jay.

𝓣he lighting from the candle beside the bed and the rainy day portrayed outside the window helped bring Monty’s otherwise… so-so storytelling efforts to the forefronts of Jay’s bodacious brain. He felt super bad that no one had bothered to tell Monty the truth about what happened after he felt the Glitzy Cauldron. Maybe they didn’t want to stress him out even more, and it’s not like he knew his injuries after all, but still. Uncooool. 

Jay looked around the curtain filled room. He placed Miss Buggelsworth on the bed so that he could lean closer to Monty. “Listen… I hate to be the one to tell you this, but they got away. All of ‘em. I don’t know how, the Prophet was really vague, but obviously it had to do with magic…” 

「 😭 jay used a moaning myrtle boost. 」

He frowned, looking away from the blond. 

“I’m sorry.” Jay stood up, looking at the time. “I should be heading out… I hope you get better soon.”

「 ✨ jay has brought up a magical subject. 」 「 ✨ jay has mentioned a canon object x2. 」

           of all the people to receive bad news from, jay wouldn’t have topped monty’s list.  he wouldn’t even have made the list, truth be told.  yet as jay told him the truth about the aftermath of the attack of the glitzy cauldron, his blood ran cold and his chest felt heavy.  all of them.  every single attacker had escaped the aurors ?  the ministry ?  it didn’t sit right with him.  the whole lot of them should have been in azkaban, not walking the streets like your average wix with no consequences for their actions. 

      his eyes stung, but no tears would fall.  he was upset but above all ? he was angry.

「    ✋ monty has used a blocking spell boost」

 he blinked when jay spoke again.  wrapped in his thoughts, he’d almost forgotten that the former gryffindor was there.  strange, really, given how tall he was.  “ right. you should probably go find your friend. “  he remembered that much;  monty hadn’t been the intended visitor after all.  “ thanks. “  he replied quietly, moments before jay could leave.  “ for the oreos. “

「 ✨ monty has mentioned a canon object x6. 」 「 ✨ monty has mentioned something from the kiosk.  」

[scyre]

kinsella, azaria.

azaria glances towards monty, as the question is asked– there’s an internal debate, probably shown in her hazel colored hues. as she debates what she wants to say, she couldn’t say a lot.. not everyone knew she had broken glass created by leprechauns. that it had gifted her the ability to create rainbows.. that it made her parents overprotective.. that it made her self-conscious and afraid people wouldn’t look at her the same way. that it required her taking a potion the same time everyday. and that was why she was lost in her thoughts.

「 azaria had used a ✋Blocking Spell Boost: 」

the visit had made her for the dozenth time or so, promise not to tell anyone. aside from those that had to know. because they too feared she would be treated differently. “huh..? oh yeah.. just my parents just left not long ago. they gave me a lot to think about.” it wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t entirely the full truth either. “they are really overprotective.. mean well too ya know. i know that. but sometimes i just wish they’d let me decide what’s best for me.” would people really treat her any differently if they knew? perhaps they’d just think it was cool.. but then again she just didn’t know. and she felt that she should listen to her parents. “i appreciate a lot that ya would ask me.”

there’s a nod of her head in understanding as her hands clap together, in nothing but pure excitement that someone got it. “yes thank you! tests make me nervous.” to her, it was like she knew the answers. which most of the time she did. but when it came to tests her brain locked up, and then there was just a blank. “i’d prefer more practical type of tests.. that’s why i’ve been kind of studying throughout. at hopes i learn everything before they come around but i’m definitely scared about them. just it’s so important.. it’s so much pressure. tha is what makes it so scary too.”

「 ✨ azaria has mentioned a canon object x5」

「 ✨ azaria has mentioned a special ability x2」

           if monty was a legilimens, maybe he wouldn’t have accepted azaria’s half truths as reality.  as it were though, he wasn’t.  he could barely keep up with his own thoughts let alone those of other people.  having overprotective parents wasn’t something he’d ever experienced himself but he could understand why it would be frustrating; especially when your opinions differed and you couldn’t agree on things. that he understood all too well.  “ it’s your life. “ he pointed out.  “ i’m sure their opinion is important but at the end of the day, it’s you that has to live with your decisions and not them. “  he shrugged.  “ that’s just my two knuts. “  he wasn’t exactly the poster child for stellar parental relationships so maybe his opinion wasn’t the best to take with any hope for success.  he murmured as much.

  “ look on the bright side, “  he murmured with a snort.  “ if you really muck up, they’ll just have you repeat the year and try again. “  now that was an opinion you could take to gringotts;  after all, the wizard himself had done just that.  “ it’s easier the second time around. “  though his wife knew the truth, that he’d failed his n.e.w.t. examinations on purpose, it WASN’T common knowledge.  he’d rather people think he was poor in the smarts department than a complete idiot !  only an insane person would want to repeat an entire year over again just to avoid having to enter the real world.   even now, slightly improved as he was, he was still prolonging the inevitability of getting a real job -- a career -- by playing professional quidditch.  as much as he loved the sport, he knew it wasn’t a forever career.  not for him, anyway.  “ ... but if you’ve been studying, you’ll do fine.  seventh years like to scare sixth years by saying the tests are terrible because we want you to suffer like we did.  they really aren’t THAT terrible. “

「 ✨ monty has mentioned a canon object x8 」 「 ✨ monty has used a wizarding idiom x2 」 「 ✨ monty has mentioned something from hogwarts: a history x3 」

[leahfatins]

[scyre]

{ & @clarabaes​ }

[scyre]

bagnold-sayre, claramae.

𝓒laramae frantically reached for her wand, giving it a few small waves. The electric lights in the room dimmed, all of the candles in the apartment lit up, and the gramophone crooned to life. The counter was cold against her heating skin and she was near delirious as she let go of her wand, letting it drift to the wayside. Her heart was still racketing against her chest but not so much racing. She was relaxed, the most relaxed she had been in who knew how long, but Merlin, she wanted him… but then, when didn’t she? 

Even when they bantered the feeling under the surface.

Before, Claramae had pulled Monty’s hands off her thighs and pretended to upper cut Monty’s built stomach with one of them, the hand jabbing thin air. “Mmm-mmmm.” Monty would tease Claramae, and then they would both be so worked up he would end up ruining her favorite outfits. She just bought the thigh high tights she was wearing, and she didn’t have to be a seer to predict him ruining them. She had even tried tickling him in case he got any ideas.

“If anyone besides us walks in, it’ll be breaking and entering. But the locks will keep everyone out.” Claramae wrapped her arms and legs around Monty, attaching herself to him like a giggly monkey.  “You want to share me?” Claramae gave him a look as she leaned back in. Yeah right. 

「 🍵  claramae used a veritaserum boost. 」

She unlocked her legs and slid off of him, bringing her face down with her. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, you know,” Claramae said in an innocent tone of voice, her fingers hooking through his belt hoops. She pulled him flush against her, giggling at her own joke. “But I guess we’ll have to wait till later,” she added, imitating his voice, “way later.” She was still giggling as she separated from him, putting a couple feet between them. Claramae pulled off her wrap around sweater, leaving her in her black lace top underneath. She bit her lip, her heart rate speeding up a little as she casually tossed it behind her. 

“Oops,” she said, looking at the floor and giggling softly. Her pleated skirt moved as she walked slowly down their new hall. “What ever will I do?”

「 ✨  claramae has brought up a canon object x4. 」 「 ✨  claramae has cast a spell x3. 」

             claramae’s instincts were spot on -- monty’s fingers had inevitably found their way to the thigh highs she wore, scratching lightly against the material as goosebumps preened beneath his fingertips.  he pouted when she removed his hands, laughter spilling between kiss-swollen lips as she tried to turn the tables.  while he wasn’t the most ticklish person, she knew the exact right place that would set him flinching away and laughing harder.  his cheeks were flushed red;  wild and hungry as he drank her in.   though his stomach had earlier been growling, it was long forgotten in exchange for trading searing kisses as her legs wrapped tightly around him. “ no. “  he answered.  “ i definitely don’t. “

      until they were gone.  he frowned, eyes narrowed as she pulled away from him and moved to leave the room.  “ now look what you’ve done.  no regard for our shared space. “  he tutted, still smiling as he approached her slowly.  to even the playing field, he fiddled with the buttons on his denim jacket.  he peeled it off his shoulders, letting it join her sweater on the floor.  his v-neck came next, tossed aside as he came up from behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.  “ what will we do with you ? “  he snickered, breath hot against the back of her neck as his hands smoothed down the creases of her skirt.   i’ll show you mine if you show me yours.  well, monty was more than happy to oblige.  

        “ i think it’s your turn to lose something, princess. “  he murmured against the shell of her ears, his bare chest pressed against the exposed flesh her black lace top didn’t quite cover.  “ i could make some suggestions ... “  his chuckle was throaty, hands skimming down her skirt and toying with the clasp.  “ ... even HELP, if needed... “  

  much like she’d done with him before, monty put a few feet between them.  he leaned up against their tv stand, fingers toying with the gold cross he wore around his neck.  his thoughts were anything but holy as he watched her with lidded eyes, unconsciously teasing his lower lip between his teeth as he watched her.  “ it is later, after all .. way, way later. “

[scyre]

theosidis, lezekiel.

𝓛ezekiel watched somewhat detachedly as what looked like some privately hired security started to approached Monty. He hit Ghost on the shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Come on,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

Covertly, he made his way over to the blond before they got there. He grabbed Monty’s hand and Ghost’s and walked around the corner. The group of wizards followed, only to find an empty space.

“You know,” Lezekiel began within what looked to be a private office. “I don’t think I would allow my apparition wards to be taken down during a party. What do you think?” He paused beside a large portrait of Britin St. James smug mug. “Think he’ll learn after tonight?”

The wizard waved his wand over a clear bottle of unnamed dark liquor, and after deducing it wasn’t poison, poured himself a glass. Ghost followed suit, then sat down on one of the plush leather arm chairs.

Lezekiel patted Monty on the shoulder. “—You’re an idiot.”

「 ✨  lezekiel has mentioned a magical object x5. 」 「 ✨ lezekiel has cast a spell. 」 「 ✨ lezekiel has apparated. 」 「 ✨ lezekiel has commented on something from the kiosk. 」

             monty didn’t notice the security right away.  if he’d seen the two wix approaching them, frowns and wands at the ready, he might have turned and prepared to fight them.  while monty knew when best to exercise his flight abilities, the desire to fight usually won out once he’d had a drink or twelve.  he did however notice his friends dragging him away, sweeping him into one of the most ugly velvet coated walled offices he’d ever seen in his life.  nearly everything was velvet; the wallpaper, the upholstery on the couch, and the throw pillows that decorated it.  the leather arm chairs were the only saving grace in an otherwise abhorrent room. 

        had britin st. james ever even set foot in this room before ?  the smiling portrait that had started staring curiously at them when it noticed them come inside suggested no. he hadn’t.

     “ he might want to strengthen those wards. “  monty replied evenly, dropping onto the sofa with a thud. “ or put a little consideration into who he lets inside. i don’t even know him. “  he snorted.  “ which is convenient.  i won’t need to feel guilty for breaking ... whatever that blobby thing was.  seriously, it’s terrible.  he should be thanking me. “  monty motioned for ghost to pass him a glass, rolling his eyes when their friend seemed wary.  “ don’t make me vanish it all out of spite. “

「 ✨  monty has mentioned a canon object x3. 」 「 ✨  monty has mentioned a magical subject. 」

[scyre]

valentine, quincy.

there’s a shrug of quincy’s shoulders, admittedly? it hadn’t been the first time he had heard that. “so everyone says..” it’s more so said with furrowed eyebrows, partially because the half-veela wasn’t sure still if that was a good thing or a bad thing. laughter sounded from him as he shook his head. “i mean fair enough, i don’t think anyone would blame you! i know i wouldn’t. it’s still so hard to believe there’s people who don’t know about quidditch.” it wasn’t meant in a mean way, as him and his sister had played quidditch growing up– as well as cousins from the valentine side of the family. but he also understood not everyone may have had an interest in it too. “oh, merlin.” laughter sounding from him again, not even because it was funny but because monty was cracking him up because of how honest. he wasn’t used to being around people who were honest. “i honestly don’t think that’s far from the truth.. i reckon that it could do just that. perhaps that’s how they got their name. no wonder people are afraid of bludgers.”

「 ✨ quincy has used a wizarding idiom x1.  ] 「 ✨ quincy has mentioned a canon object x2 ]   

           “ they’re not called snugglers for a reason. “  personally, monty didn’t understand being afraid of bludgers.  perhaps that was because he’d been playing quidditch all his life, or because he was usually kept pretty far away from them by the goal posts.  all in all, he was probably the wrong person to be giving advise or making comments. 

      “ first match of the season is coming up soon at hogwarts. “  he remarked after a moment, consulting the planner tucked into the pocket of his robes.   it was slytherin vs hufflepuff playing on the 11th of november with invitations extended to current students and alumni alike.  while monty was of the belief that he didn’t need to spend more time at hogwarts than was necessary, he couldn’t resist seeing how slytherin’s team had filled out after the departure of the previous years’ players.  whitby was a decent enough chaser but how well those skills translated to being captain had yet to be seen.   “ without vasquez as captain, i expect it’ll be a slaughter. “  quite frankly, that made the prospect of attending the match infinitely more appealing. 

「 ✨ monty has used mentioned a canon object x10 」 「 ✨ monty has referenced something from hogwarts: a history x5 」 

[scyre]

bagnold-sayre, monty.

“𝓞h, believe me I know,” Claramae had said, going for nonchalance. Her lips had twitched upward, her cheeks fighting off a burgeoning smile as laughter was held at bay.

Claramae felt a tingle work its way down her spine just from the way he looked at her. It danced its way back up just from his touch. The urge for her breath to quicken made itself known, but instead, she bit her lip. Once again, she went for nonchalance as she looked up at their new ceiling. “I don’t know.” She drew out the I, the syllable spoken at a higher pitch as she pretended to ponder, “Did I show you that one evocation? It’s pree-tty cool.” 

It wasn’t that cool.

Her stomach dropped as his chuckle reverberated against her. Claramae’s eyes focused on his lips, she couldn’t help it!  “Wishes!” She repeated after him, louder than was necessary. She was already giggling, even before he started yanking on her shirt. “Stopppp,” Claramae whined, pulling Monty in for a kiss. She kissed her way towards his ear and nipped at his lobe. Her hot breath abruptly stopped ghosting in his ear.

“Are you sure you don’t want to look at my grimoire?” 

Claramae’s lips poked out, making a silly smile as she giggled into his skin.

「 ✨  claramae has brought up a magical subject x2. 」

         “ well if it’s pretty cool. “  his tone mocked her, only slightly distracted by the way claramae’s lips were trailing sweet kisses across his skin.  “ you’re right.  what a much better, more THRILLING, way to kill some time. “  he was merciless, nails dragging against the insides of her thighs as his smirk betrayed his true intentions.  as good of a liar as he’d perfected himself into over the years, he was always an open book when it came to her.  

    “ you can show me your grimoire after.  way after. “ he tilted his head, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair as he threaded his fingers through dark waves.  he could kiss her properly now, humming against her lips as he deepened the kiss.  it never got old, kissing claramae.  now, with their marriage bond, it was almost like he could feel giddiness blossoming in both of their chests whenever they were together.  it was like their love had intensified, growing 10x as big in the weeks since their summer wedding.  

     he had a thought, pausing only slightly to question.  “ those metal sticks on the door ... they’ll keep the muggles out, right ?  “ his eyebrows raised questioningly.  not that i’m opposed to dinner AND a show ... “

「 ✨  monty has brought up a magical subject x2. 」 「 ✨  monty has brought up canon object. 」

[scyre]

bagnold-sayre, claramae.

𝓒laramae had melted against Monty while they finished deciding what they wanted. It was easy to be with him like that, as easy as breathing. Merlin knew Hogwarts had granted them loads of practice. Being with him was like… so, they would go out on their separate adventures. They had their own lives they lived. But when they were together, they were the only two people in their space, the city, the world. She leaned against the wall, watching him open the beers, her heart swelling in her chest.

She hung up the phone and made her way towards him. 

“Oh, stop complaining.”

Claramae hopped onto the counter. I’ll never get over his eyes, she thought to herself, then flushed. That was so corny, the farms were going to think she was competition. “Well, what do you want to do?” She could feel her heart beating in her chest as she crossed her legs. “We could unpack more? Or I could show you my grimoire…”  She put one of her hands on his shoulders, her head tilting to the side as the apples of her cheeks were accentuated by her smile. “For the wishes?”

「 ✨  claramae has mentioned a canon object. 」

          “ complaining comes as easy to me as breathing. “  he’d said it with a straight face before taking a swig from his beer, nearly spitting it out moments later.  ugh.  muggles, it seemed, also had terrible taste when it came to a pint.   this guinness sort had no right to call itself anything other than goblin piss.  despite his feelings, he took another swig.  maybe it was like arithmancy;  stomach it long enough and you might actually start to like it.  

      “ i had a few ideas ...  “  his eyes had settled on her legs, watching them swing as she settled on the counter.  he abandoned his bottle,  moving to rest his hands elsewhere.  his brow raised playfully, fingers ghosting over the insides of her thighs. “ you could show me a few things, least interestingly your grimoire. “  his smirk teased his features, chuckling low under his breath.  “ wishes, right ... “  he pretended to consider this, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully.  “ i wish you were wearing a little less ... “  he was outright snickering now, fingers tugging on the collar of her shirt like a schoolboy pulling his crush’s pigtails.  

「 ✨  monty has mentioned a canon object x4. 」

[scyre]

         “ i just had someone ask me if my son is on the house team. my son. if that doesn’t knock you down a few pegs, i don’t know what will. “  monty scowled, settling in the stands.  it was a cold november day when slytherin were slated to play hufflepuff.  with a silver and green scarf wrapped tightly around his neck,  monty was seated comfortably in the stands waiting for the match to start.  “ i reckon they were taking the piss but — by merlin, i graduated last year.  some people are idiots. “  he was still grumbling as people milled around him, the spectating area filling slowly.  it was the first match of the hogwarts quidditch season;  both students and alumni alike were flooding the area, decked out in their house colors to support their respective teams !

   monty tugged his cloak in closer, the warming charms from that morning he’d meticulously applied keeping him nice and snug despite the blustery wind.  it was strange being a spectator and not on the pitch;  between playing for slytherin’s house team years previous and his career as the irish national quidditch team keeper, it had been YEARS since he’d spectated when his team — his house — were playing.  it was a strange feeling.  “ i’ve got 40 galleons on slytherin.  it might be a new team, but i’ve got a good feeling ... “

「 ✨  monty has spectated from the stands 」 「 ✨  monty has attended a match. 」 「 ✨  monty has mentioned a canon object x12 」 「 ✨  monty has mentioned something from hogwarts: a history x4 」 「 ✨  monty has mentioned something from the kiosk x2 」 「 ✨  monty has used a wizarding idiom. 」

[scyre]

nott, damon.

anything to add some fun into the show.  not that his show lacked substance or anything.  but being a broadcaster for the wizarding wireless network has its perks.  “  reckon it’ll run you  five  galleons.  let’s call it a friends and family discount.  you’re claramae’s husband and i consider her a close friend.  i hardly do these types of things so it ought to be fun.  ”  FIN.

「 ✨  damon has mentioned a canon object x2 」 「 ✨  damon has mentioned something from the kiosk 」

[scyre]

bagnold-sayre, claramae.

“Right. The menus. I think we left them on the counter somewhere..”

She brushed her palm against his cheek, her hand lingering as their eyes locked.

Claramae’s cheeks turned pink. Their magical vow from their wedding day was as strong as ever, and the love that was radiating towards her was enough to make her heart sing and skip a beat. 

“Take-away sounds good,” she agreed. 

Claramae summoned the menus with a tiny wave of her wand, but she didn’t tear her eyes away from Monty’s immediately. She was giggling by the time she turned around against him. 

She pulled one of his arms around her.

“Oooh. Let’s get Indian food– or Thai. Actually, I think I went to that pizza place once. It was so good. But, I could also go for some sushi.” 

「 ✨  claramae has brought up a magical subject. 」 「 ✨  claramae has mentioned a canon object x2. 」 「 ✨ claramae has cast a spell. 」

         monty’s arm snaked easily around claramae’s waist, chin resting against her shoulder as she flipped through the takeaway menus.  “ who says we have to pick ? “  he pointed out. “ we could have a little bit of everything. oh — no sushi for me. “  his nose scrunched up.  he’d only had it once and it had been enough for him; uncooked fish bits just wasn’t something he enjoyed.  “ let’s get extra noodles, too. “

       while claramae put their order in, monty waved his wand, summoning them two of the muggle beers that he’d picked up for them at the corner store shortly before they’d moved in.  he used his wand to remove the lid, truthfully not sure HOW muggles managed to get the bloody things off.  he’d tried to twist it and had nearly cut his fingers.  “ i can’t believe how long it takes them to do anything. “  he scowled.  “ forty five minutes to deliver food ... when a wizard could apparate there and back in a snap. “  he sighed.  “ ... but that means we have some time to kill ... “

「 ✨  monty has mentioned a canon object x4. 」 「 ✨ monty has cast a spell. 」

[sharmans]

[scyre]

kinsella, azaria.

there’s a nod of azaria’s head, in understanding at monty’s answer. although, she personally didn’t play but knew people who did. so, she kind of understood but not really the same time. “ah, i see– quidditch practice seems and sounds like it’d be rather tiring.” so if that were the case she could understand wanting a pint afterwards. “oi, at least a pint makes everything better.” people said anyways, the redhead just went along with it. appreciating the distraction and break from her prior thoughts and how cloudy the visit made her head, it always gave her a lot to think about and how so worried about her– her parents seemed to be and how worried they were. how they were worried about her not taking her potion at the same interested time. it was just a lot. it made her thankful, that she not only had someone to chat with now but that she didn’t have to think about everything anymore. not right now at least. “it seems that way, gives me something to do. revision isn’t so bad, not at the moment. at least.” there’s a laugh that falls from her lips, at n.e.w.ts. oh blimey! had she heard how awful they were. and how she should be prepared for that. “i’m so not ready for them.. at all. merlin everyone has me so worried already. saying how tough and everything they are. but i’m doing ta best i can to be optimistic that it’s a different experience for everyone.”

「 ✨ azaria has mentioned a canon object x6 」  「 ✨ azaria has used a wizarding idiom x2 」 

        quidditch practice could be rather tiring.  she wasn’t off base.  for most of the irish national team, they’d been preparing for their sponsorship matches for months.  when he’d joined the team as a late replacement for their concussed former keeper, he’d been vastly out of shape compared to the rest of the players.  taking time off after his injuries sustained during the attack at the glitzy cauldron.  he’d been out for several weeks, leaving him to fall further and further behind.  the wizard was honestly just grateful he wasn’t a chaser;  as keeper, at least he remained stationary by the goal hoops for the majority of the game.  he didn’t have to worry so much about getting winded as long as his reflexes were sharp.  as he thought about quidditch practices and his woes, he noticed that azaria seemed as preoccupied in her thoughts as he was.  “ knut for your thoughts ?  “  he teased.  “ you look a million miles away. . 

「 ✨ monty has used a 🍵 veritaserum Boost  」

     he had to agree with her. everyone’s experience was different.  “ revision’s well and good but it’s the people who try to cram in the last few weeks of term who are wasting their time. “  for someone like monty, who’d been failing on purpose for nearly seven years, he’d never really known was it was like to NOT know information.  to fail spectacularly, you had to know what you were doing.  “ you either know it, or you don’t.  you’ll stress yourself sick trying to cram a few more useless details up there and forget the rest. “  he shrugged.  “ personally, i think written tests are like a blind cobbler’s thumb. practicals are more practical. “ 

「 ✨ monty has mentioned a canon object x9 」 「 ✨ monty has used a wizarding idiom. 」 「 ✨ monty has mentioned something from the kiosk x2 」 

[scyre]

bagnold-sayre, claramae.

𝓒laramae watched Monty give their landlady one hundred pence, and suddenly felt a little faint. She forced herself to believably giggle as she loped across the room. Think fast.

“Oh–” She took the money from the woman’s hands, then jokingly whacked his broad shoulder with it. “Monty, you absolute joker.”

“He’s quite the comedian, as you’ll soon find out.” 

Claramae watched the older woman take in the blond’s physique from the ground up, at a pace that suggested she didn’t believe that. She didn’t blame her. At above six feet tall, he was professionally muscled due to his position as keeper on the Irish National Team. The mean mug, on the other hand, came naturally. 

“Right… Well, I’ll just see myself out then.”

Her hand crawled up the back of his shirt, playing some unheard melody against his skin. Her head tilted against his shoulder as soon as the door clicked shut. She let out a sigh of relief. They didn’t need people getting suspicious already. Or ever.

“It’s not a big deal, but, remind me to show you how much muggle money is worth later…”

Claramae looked up at Monty. “Were you? Feeling? Extremely charitable, when you tried to give the landlady money just then? Because that’s not really what the muggles expect.”

“Besides, we’re already paying her rent,” she joked. Claramae scrunched up her nose, then pulling Monty down by the shirt for a chaste kiss. 

Claramae pulled off her long black coat, throwing it onto the bare counter. She leaned down, as if she were planning to stretch, which she did for a moment. But then she pulled her wand from her knee high stockings. The curtains were drawn with a wavy motioning of the oak instrument. 

An annoyed meow interrupted her from moving any further.

Claramae pulled Callidora from her carrier. “Hi, beauty. Yes, I know, I know.” She scritched her familiar’s head to calm her yowling. “Shall we get started then?”

Moving into an apartment was loads easier when magic was involved. Levitation negated heavy lifting, a suitcase with the undetectable extension charm could house the entire contents of a mansion— need she go on? 

The apartment in question was a three bedroom, two bathroom, with a living room area that overlooked the breakfast bar and kitchen area; a sun bather’s dream. It was on the fourth floor of the six floor building. The couple ultimately decided to use one spare bedroom as a guest room, and the other as Claramae’s Alchemic workspace. Inside the workspace, there were beakers, ingredients, and shelves full of Alchemic recipe books, all composed in a picture and symbol ridden language. But there was also her own little touches. Crystals, real fairy lights, candles, mirrors shaped like moons, magical plants bundles you burned to create otherworldly smells, and a gramophone that played enchanting tunes. 

Claramae was adjusting a framed picture on her desk when she noticed the moon had risen in the sky. She checked her watch. The miniature version of herself waved up at her, then pointed at the correct time. 6PM. In her opinion, the shooting stars wouldn’t be worth looking for until midnight. Claramae put her grimoire on the reading stand, leaving the picture of her and Monty on their wedding day in favor of the real thing. She made her way into the living room.

“I saw a bar on our way in.” Claramae pulled her hair into a ponytail, then twirled a curl as she swiped a hand over her old television from her childhood bedroom in Kensington. “We could get some drinks. Or we could just get take away?” She beamed. 

Honestly, she didn’t care either way. She was so happy about this move, literally and in their lives. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. The dust was finally settling. 

“What’re you in the mood for?” Claramae jokingly winked at Monty as she wrapped her arms around him from the front. He was so much taller than her, if she kept staring up at him from this angle she would wake up with a crick in her neck. 

「 💘 claramae used a beautifying potion boost. 」

It would be worth it. It always was.

「 ✨  claramae has mentioned a canon object x14. 」 「 ✨  claramae has brought up a magical subject x5. 」 「 ✨  claramae has cast a spell. 」

         “ so she WASN’T looking at me funny because i’m devastatingly handsome ?  unfortunate. someone told me that tipping muggles was customary ... that it’s rude not to.  i figured it’d be best not to cross our new landlady the first time she meets us. “  monty grimaced. “ bloody muggle money, bloody muggle customs ... “  he was still grumbling when claramae pressed her lips against his, some of the frustration ebbing away as his hands framed her face, affectionately tapping her cheeks when she pulled away.  “ wait, “  he stopped her, pulling her in for another.  “ there. “

     as they went their separate ways to unpack their things, a swish of monty’s wand had whisker’s carrier unlatched so his cat could join calliadora.  at nearly eight, the feline wasn’t adapting to change as well as her master.  she hissed, instantly running and hiding under the nearest surface.  it happened to be their coffee table, a few issues of quidditch monthly, witch weekly, and a muggle magazine on current events splashed on top.  as clothing zoomed around the room and flew onto the hangers in the closet in their bedroom, monty polished his broom.  when he was finished, he hung back and nodded appreciatively.  it looked decent. 

      claramae’s voice in the living room lured him back out.  his eyebrows raised, curious.  “ let’s stay in.  it’s our first night. “  truthfully, he was excited at the prospect of ordering take-away.  it seemed strange that muggles had strangers deliver them food, trusting them to be careful with it and not poison them, but it was certainly a step above summoning food themselves.  conjured or duplicated food never tasted quite right.  “ where are those papers she gave us ?  she said their ... uh, phoney numbers are on them. “  he was blanking on the term, preoccupied by the feel of his wife’s arms wrapped around his middle.  his gaze had softened, unable to look at claramae bagnold-sayre with anything less than complete love and adoration in his eyes.  she was gorgeous.  every day he woke up with her curled beside him was a day he was the most fortunate bloke he knew.  “ you choose. “ 

「 ✨  monty has mentioned a canon object x8. 」 「  ✨  monty has cast a spell x2」 「 ✨  monty has mentioned something from the kiosk. 」

[scyre]

kinsella, azaria.

open to first one or two characters.

enchanted compact mirror placed in front of her on top of parchment and her seventh year books. which were stacked neatly in front of her; beside the ink and quill. having just touched up her hair with a charm, it no longer a light shade of hair and now it was the ginger color she knew all too well. wand twirls in her hand, as she sips on her butterbeer. a girls got to have something to do! and best believe the red haired witch had been keeping busy whilst she had waiting previously on her parents– for dad to finish taking care of dragons ( or at least she had presumed ) as well as her mom to show up. hence why she was in hogsmeade. it wasn’t out of the ordinary. they not only owled but were within distance to come and visit as they pleased. the owls usually were for setting up times for when they’d come to see her. it was to check in to see how seventh year was, making sure she was taking her potion. that she hadn’t needed to go to the hospital wing for anything. that she wasn’t playing with her ability– that she was being careful. it seemed endless of hushed questions and inquires, fear that their daughter would be cast out if they knew of it and honestly? she didn’t have much of an opinion on it. anyone else would have been upset with inquires and pestering! but after so long of it, she’d just come to nod her head and say yes. so they wouldn’t smother her, or smother her with concerns.

nobody wanted that! especially when now most of the time; time was spent in scotland within close distance to her in particular at hogwarts. although; the home was kept in ireland. as well as the kinsella family summer home. her sisters had stayed in ireland and truthfully? the irish witch only seen them during the summer, too busy with their own lives and not often did they owl either. one of her sisters worked creating robes and hats. the other two were quote bloody ‘undecided’ as both had said. but she wasn’t too upset over it! it is what it was, and she loved them regardless. it must have been just a sister thing. even if she had never particularly been close with them. the hufflepuff is left in her thoughts after the visit, having listened to how the dragons were and how mom was. how mom had been just keeping busy. nothing too interesting to report! she practices with her other drink stirring the straw around wandlessly and although it budges a little bit. it doesn’t move quite as far as she would have liked. as hazel hues glance upwards she spots someone, startling her slightly. “merlin! i didn’t even see ya there, hi ya! how are ya?”

「 ✨ azaria has mentioned a canon object x22. 」  「 ✨ azaria has mentioned a special ability x2. 」  「 ✨ azaria has used a wizarding idiom x3 」  「✨ azaria has practiced basic wandless magic x1 」 

       walking stride for stride with the irish national quidditch team seeker,  monty listened to his teammate prattle on about the day’s practice.  it had been gruelling;  they had another sponsorship match in three weeks and their captain was in true form.  they’d spent six hours in the air, so long that his fingers were practically blistering from gripping his broom handle. he’d rubbed them down with a healing potion but his muscles still ached from the exertion.  he yawned, realizing that he’d zoned out on whatever his teammate was saying, long enough so that the seeker was staring at him.  he blinked.  “ yes. “  he replied slowly, hoping that was an acceptable answer.  judging by the frown on the seeker’s face, it wasn’t.  he sighed.  “ drinks are on me. “  he reached into his pocket, pulling out a couple of galleons and handing them over.  “ i’ll find us somewhere to sit. “ 

   with his broom shouldered, monty glanced around the room.  he found a table easily, recognizing the red headed irish witch at the next table over.  he nodded in azaria’s direction, taking the seat closest to her and spinning it around so he could see her properly.  “ wotcher, kinsella. “  he shrugged.  “ m’good. tired. practice, practice, and more practice. “  he grimaced.  “ just stopping off for a pint before i head home. “  he noticed her books, the grimace intensifying.  “ ah, looks like you’re elbows deep in revision.”  he clicked his tongue against his teeth.  “ n.e.w.t.s. were awful. “   of course, for monty,they weren’t quite so  terrible.  he’d had the UNFORTUNATE advantage of having written them once before when he’d taken them at the end of term.  failing, it would seem, had its advantages.

「 ✨ monty has mentioned a canon object x10. 」 「 ✨ monty has mentioned something from hogwarts: a history 」 「 ✨ monty has mentioned something from the kiosk x2 」